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Bryson Tiller - Blame

Bryson’s POV

Scrolling through Instagram is redundant. It’s the same shit, the Instagram baddies that sometimes try way too hard or the fake promotion ads that always pop up, there’s always something. I go through my endless DMs from these beautiful women with a lot to offer physically but my mind keeps wandering back to the one girl that actually mattered. Y/n. Just thinking about her name got me feeling some typa way. I hover my finger over her smiling gorgeous face on her profile picture, debating on if I should click and re-open the wounds I thought I healed from or just close the app altogether. “You trippin dawg”, I say to myself before clicking her name and watching as all her pictures load. I take a breath, scrolling one by one already knowing what I’m bout to see. “Weekends with him”, was her caption as she stood in the mirror with her new man firmly gripping her fine ass that I claimed was mine ages ago. I scoff as I continue to scroll, every picture hitting all her best angles. Damn, she fine. I clicked onto our DMs and started typing...

Two years ago “I missed you!”, Y/n runs up to me, jumping and wrapping her legs around my waist as tight as she can. “What’s good shortie?”, I ask as I gently place her down giving her a forehead kiss. “I missed you too baby” “I was wondering when you’d come see me, seems like forever”, she laughs, jiggling the keys to her car. “First of all its been like 2 weeks and secondly I told you I’d rent a car, I always do”, I roll my eyes playfully as I load the back with my suitcase. “Oh shut up, I have a car it’s fine babe. Plus this is Jacksonville not Hollywood, I don’t think I’d love to always be seen in an expensive car every 2 weeks, it’s weird” “Y/n it’s been a year of us being together and you still dunno that your boyfriend is just that extra?”, I joke, hopping into the passengers seat cause I know she loves to drive when i’m around. “Hm, true”, she gives me a small peck before staring the car and driving off.

This is how it was, I’d come around every week or two, only every three weeks if I have a show or a busy schedule but never more. She hated the distance and I knew it. She would much rather be with a man that was settled and had their life in one place I just know it. But nevertheless we made it work cause that’s my boo.

A year ago “You actin’ brand new Y/n, what’s really going on?”, I stood at the edge of the bed heated. She’s been acting way off for the past two months. “Bry just drop it! I just feel a little overwhelmed with this whole distance thing that’s all” “You sure? Cause we’ve been doing this for the past couple of months, you ain’t never complain!”, I start to yell as well, clearly something was up and she couldn’t tell me. Me of all people. “...I’m just trying to balance work and being with you and all the attention we’re getting from your fans. It’s starting to take a toll on me and you know this, I’ve told you this”, she sighs, taking a seat on the hotel chair next to the bed. “All of this is too much and you know it”. “You think it ain’t much for me too? How many times have I made trips just to come see you? All the things we been doing. You can’t just feel like this is too much now. It’s been too much from the beginning and we’ve been good”, I pace around the room, “So don’t come to me with that bullshit, I know you lying”. This time I look her straight in the eyes. She tries to avoid eye contact with me and instead starts playing with her nails. “Tell me somethin’... tell me... is it someone?” Her eyes grow wide and she immediately looks up at me, guilt is written all over her face. “Yeah, I got my sources”, I scoff, taking my clothes out the closet and jamming them in my suitcase. “Bry-” “Nah”, I continue to shove my stuff as she darts to my side, now begging for me to look at her. “Just let me speak before you bolt out Bryson please”, she pleads. “Honestly, I been knew it was another man. I just wanted you to tell me yourself, it happens...people fall out of love but I thought you at least had the respect to tell me” “Bryson you haven’t been here for me! You come and we go to fancy restaurants and high class parties but when was the last time you actually checked up on me? Hm? Just to see how I’m holding up with everything?” I freeze for a second before taking a deep breath. “When did we hide shit from each other? Why couldn’t you just come to me and we solve this? Another man? That’s how you thought the situation would get better?” “It’s not like I’ve cheated on you Bryson, he was just there when you weren’t. I was just confiding in him in a lot of things that’s it”, she gets off the bed and goes to glance at the gorgeous high rise city view. “You emotionally cheated on me Y/n that’s something. And the fact you kept it a secret from me just says something”, I sit at the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands. “You like him?”, I gulped, waiting to hear her response. I got the reply I was dreading. “I’m sorry... I do”.

Some months ago. Your POV BRYSON: I can’t help but blame myself for our relationship failing. I’m ashamed and can’t seem to stop explaining myself to you. Y/N: We loved and we lost Bryson. I forgive you for everything, part of it was my fault anyway. BRYSON: Nah, I know you getting your new man was my fault... Whatchu wanna do? I hate the fact you with someone else. Y/N: I’m sorry... I knew he wanted to get back with me, I could feel it, even after all this time. We’ve been texting back and forth even after our break up, I still care about him but not to that extend. I’m not ready to risk my relationship for something that wasn’t meant to be in the first place. It’s better to cut it off now before it gets worse.

“You good baby?”, my boyfriend groggily asks, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my back. “I’m good, go back to sleep”, I reassuringly say, exiting my chat with Bryson and closing my phone.

Now. Bryson’s POV As I finished reminiscing, a wave of relief covered me. After all that we been through, I ain’t feel no way anymore. I’m okay with seeing her like this although I hate that it’s not with me,  I can’t hate on the guy, he must be good for her. I ain’t never gon’ talk shit bout him or beg for her ever. My mind suddenly was erased of all the sadness, anger and regret I harnessed. I knew what I was supposed to do. I quickly deleted what I started typing with a comforting smile on my face. And with one last look at her ever inviting smiling face, I tapped off her profile and shut Instagram.

A/N Just a short little imagine for now.